Paul Fort

“Pan and the CherriesI RECOGNIZED him by his skips and hops,And by his hair I knew that he was Pan.Through sunny avenues he ran,And leapt for cherries to the red tree-tops.Upon his fleece were pearling water dropsLike little silver stars. How pure he was! And this was when my spring was arched with blue. Now, seeing a cherry of a smoother gloss,He seized it, and bit the kernel from the pulp.I watched him with great joy ... I came anigh ...He spat the kernel straight into my eye.I ran to kill Pan with my knife!He stretched his arm out, swirled--And the whole earth whirled! Let us adore Pan, god of all the world!”